I Can Put Words Together
I can put words together
Are my neighbors near borders with axes and pitch forks?
I can put words together
Is my family in famine though a few from within have stacked silos with feminine and gamine yield?
I can put words together
Are my friends at knocker mugs with me but at loggerheads with one and all?
I can put words together
My friendships are they fiendish?
Are mere perspectives according discord to our concord?
I can put words together
And strike at feelings on strike
I can,
And quell the duels
And work my people to work
Repair the impairments
And it will be dawn again.
I can put words together
But I'm but just but like but you and most a good able man watching in dormancy and laxity and meek weak will as the rot nibbles on society.